Fleeing from a war in some Arab country, mslmari migrated flying with her veils and landed in an unknown city in Latin American territory. Surprised to see so many women with voluptuous silicone bodies, she clung faithfully to her faded and psychedelic veils, and to her bag full of Victoria’s Secret and forbidden lingerie. mslmari wandered stumbling upon the laptop of a young man with a tropical, gothic, and hipster touch. Unable to understand his language, mslmari understood nothing and fell in love with the music. Hampered by the limited field of vision of her veils, she typed حرية into the laptop without success. Politically incorrect, she began introducing herself as the Papesa of “The Church of Unfathomable Mysteries,” whose chaotic principles are: “everything is possible,” “only the good and gooder,” “you never know,” “nobody knows what nobody has seen,” “we will meet in real life,” “if you say ron, I ron with you,” “go to the mountain,” and “the party is to the left.”